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Drinking Song, On The Excellence Of Burgundy Wine

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My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
Come, open the door to us, let us come in.
A score of stout fellows who think it no sin
If they toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin,
Hoofed it amain
Rain or no rain,
To crack your old jokes, and your bottle to drain.

Such a warmth in the belly that nectar begets
As soon as his guts with its humour he wets,

The miser his gold, and the student his debts,
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Daniel Jones 06 March 2017

Wonderful expression! really enjoyed it. Thank you

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Chet Bauch 30 April 2007

It's a wonderful ditty that should be put to a tune to make it easy to recite.

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